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The Goophered Grapevine 11 gemman w'at's gwine ter buy de ole vimya'd?" "I am looking at it," I replied; "but I don't know that I shall care to buy unless I Can be reasonably sure of making something out of it." "Well, suh, you is a stranger ter me, en I is a stranger ter you, en we is bofe strangers ter one anudder, but 'f I 'uz in yo' place, I would n' buy dis vimya'd." "Why not?" I asked. "Well, I dunno whe'r you b'lieves in cunj'in'er not, - some er de w'ite folks don't, er says dey don't, - but de truf er de matter is dat dis yer old vimya'd is goophered." "Is what?" I asked, not grasping the meaning of this unfamiliar word. "Is goophered, - cunju'd, bewitch'." He imparted this information with such solemn earnestness, and with such an air of confidential mystery, that I